Tag Archives: Black and white

I miss the shadow of your eyelashes on the pillow as the moonbeams would dance and twirl in through the window, and settle on your peaceful face. Stardust always followed, as if the beams were their carpet of welcome, and … Continue reading →

I had a penpal when I was younger, and I was thinking a few days back about how we had been writing back and forth for quite some time, and that I can rule that this penpal experiment of ours … Continue reading →

Closing the bedroom door, she rests her back against it and takes a deep breath. Off come the heels first and her aching feet sigh approvingly. The next to go and join the boots at her feet is the orange … Continue reading →